Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.